Active Quests - Day 12

A Pact of Pleasure (updated)
Graz’zt’s seed pulses with new life after the dual kiss that sealed a fragile truce. The Prince of Pleasure’s mark deepens as pain itself turns sweet under his influence, and the command of a single word can halt the blades of those already claimed.

Find a Cure
A shared vision hit the whole party at once, stopped only by Shadowheart's mysterious relic—three figures loomed in the psychic storm, names only you recognized. Ketheric Thorm. Gortash. Orin. Whatever's coming, it's bigger than goblins.

The Githyanki Warrior (updated)
The warrior kneels at a single command, then competes for the privilege of devotion. Her form and hunger refine further beneath the shared act; the cracks in her discipline have become open pathways of respect and need.

Daughter of Darkness (updated)
Shar’s own punishment now blooms as pleasure, even outside the tent’s privacy. The relic remains in her grasp, the Lady of Loss’s violet light still present, yet the cleric’s gaze turns more readily toward the man who rewrote her pain.

The Unwritten (updated)
Withers warns that the Lady of Loss has taken notice. Divine pettiness cuts deeper than any blade; the path now bends toward Her, whether by design or folly, and she kills not in seconds but in centuries.

Our Fiery Friend (updated)
Dammon’s work steadies the engine for now, though more hell-metal is still required. In the cauldron the new resistance holds—touch is possible, heat is shared, and ten years of longing begin to ease.

Get Help from Auntie Ethel (updated)
The youth potion and the hag’s other prizes remain central to tomorrow’s work. The children of the Grove were promised as bait; whether that promise will be kept or twisted is still undecided.

Kindred Schemer (updated)
The Shadow Druids fall to their own chosen instrument. Kagha’s loyalty has shifted; the note’s leverage is spent, and the Grove’s future now hangs on a private bargain struck in blood and ambition.

The Blasphemous Rite (updated)
The seed is fertilized and eager. Tomorrow, beneath the Idol, birth, growth, decay and death will be twisted in unison—youth potion, unborn child, living stone, and the reanimated dead—sealed by the seed itself.

The Blade Declined
Wyll bears new horns for his defiance, and a seeing stone where an eye once was. The nightly rites have ended for him—for now. The Blade of Frontiers remains, quieter, marked, and still bound.

Unlocking the Black Art
The Necromancy of Thay rests in the pack, its whispers patient and persistent. What secrets does the screaming skull hold, and what price will reading it demand?

The Drow
Minthara marked the tadpole in you as kinship, then Graz'zt marked her with something else entirely. Two days until the goblins reach the grove—Whether that makes her an asset, a weapon, or a liability yet to detonate is still an open question.

Devil's Advocate
History between the Prince and the cambion surfaces—brief, ambitious, unfinished. A plan to turn Mizora against her mistress is permitted for amusement’s sake alone; should it succeed, a place in Azzagrat awaits her.

A Meddling Devil
Raphael appears on the road and carries the party to his table in Avernus. Permanent freedom from the tadpoles is offered; every voice declines. The refusal unsettles him—what power does he sense that makes a devil sweat?